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Your darkness does not scare me, nor will I run from you; like a star, I’m falling for the phases of your moon.

Stephanie Briar

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I count the stars from whence we came. I name them all for you; my flame.
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I don’t know how to put my love down, or to keep holding too much of it.
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Last night, I sent you home with a kiss and a promise. I hope you still believe in roses.
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Our story bleeds from my eyes until I cannot tell the stars from streetlights.
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Standing in your power scares a lot of people. You become something formidable, intimating, and aspirational all at once.
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We weren’t written in the stars; all that glitters wasn’t ours.
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Light finds you just as I once did: an accident that is no accident.
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You are what it feels like to watch the final silvers of sun fall and die into the silver ocean; tangerine sky giving way to moon-glow and starlight.
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Our memories lurch to a reluctant halt in their funeral march, so I can pour salt over them one last time.
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How do you sleep soundly, knowing you traded roses for weeds?
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The glint of mischief in your eyes is the flint in my matchstick. Striking; always this close to igniting.
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If we are what we love, Then I am whatever you are made of.
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In the absence of you I look to the moon and pray that the stars light my way, too.
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As if flesh and skin and hands are any match for bullets. As if bones won’t crack in hails of powder and lead. As if rivers of blood are not the direct result of trigger fingers that bend but do not break on “bad days”.
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The search for external sources is nothing compared to internal forces.
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